Halloween 3 ways (no, not like that, you perv):
1. I left bread and milk out for the spirits. No, I'm not pagan, wiccan, or even Celtic...like the ba-gua over my door, I just like the idea of it. Apparently, though, the spirits are more of the essence-taking rather than the actual eating type...so I used the bread for croutons. I hope that doesn't get me into any trouble...
2. Halloween party ROCKED. Me: Hunter S. Thomson. Boyfriend: Dr. Gonzo. In addition to the basic costumes, we had a knife, a portable typewriter, a tape recorder, and a case filled with vials of pills (candy), bags of grass (oregano), grapefruits, a salt shaker, "ether," an American flag handkerchief, blotter acid (paper), and mace. I spend the night telling people to "try one of the red ones," throwing grapefruits, inhaling ether, yelling at my attorney to GET BACK IN THE TUB, demanding to know if he ate all that acid, pointlessly pecking at my typewriter, and warning people about the machine in the sky. It was AWESOME. I managed to stay in character for three hours, but being HST is EXHAUSTING. ...No wonder he did so many drugs.
3. My Texian friend and I made a little altar for Dia de los Muertos at the grave of Emperor Norton. I was really glad we were both free on Monday, because all the other graves had fresh flowers...the Emperor deserved to look pretty. We scattered marigolds and pennies, drank a toast (and left the rest for His Majesty) and read passages from A Dirty Job to show him that he was gone, but not forgotten.
Now, to the last campout of the season!
1. I left bread and milk out for the spirits. No, I'm not pagan, wiccan, or even Celtic...like the ba-gua over my door, I just like the idea of it. Apparently, though, the spirits are more of the essence-taking rather than the actual eating type...so I used the bread for croutons. I hope that doesn't get me into any trouble...
2. Halloween party ROCKED. Me: Hunter S. Thomson. Boyfriend: Dr. Gonzo. In addition to the basic costumes, we had a knife, a portable typewriter, a tape recorder, and a case filled with vials of pills (candy), bags of grass (oregano), grapefruits, a salt shaker, "ether," an American flag handkerchief, blotter acid (paper), and mace. I spend the night telling people to "try one of the red ones," throwing grapefruits, inhaling ether, yelling at my attorney to GET BACK IN THE TUB, demanding to know if he ate all that acid, pointlessly pecking at my typewriter, and warning people about the machine in the sky. It was AWESOME. I managed to stay in character for three hours, but being HST is EXHAUSTING. ...No wonder he did so many drugs.
3. My Texian friend and I made a little altar for Dia de los Muertos at the grave of Emperor Norton. I was really glad we were both free on Monday, because all the other graves had fresh flowers...the Emperor deserved to look pretty. We scattered marigolds and pennies, drank a toast (and left the rest for His Majesty) and read passages from A Dirty Job to show him that he was gone, but not forgotten.
Now, to the last campout of the season!
baudot:
